Fini Buru (Take your brain for a walk around Male’ City)
When I close my eyes, I can still imagine the sounds, the smells, which corners to take. But it is all an illusion of memory. A mental prison from which I must escape.
Self portrait.
Digital Illustration and collage using my film photographs of Male’ City. Mostly Lomo-LCA and Vivitar Ultrawide & Slim with a mix of film stocks.
Part of an ongoing project to put my photographic archives of the Maldives to rest.
(2025)
Goalhi Kanmathi (Street corner)
Another collage from my old photographs. This time using a more mechanical approach with film scans from 2008. All photos are from two rolls taken in 2008. The blue hues are from cross processed Kodak Elite Chrome 100 shot through a Vivitar Ultrawide and Slim. The muted tones are from Clark Colour 200 shot through an original USSR model Lomo LC-A, with many shots using the multi-exposure function. All shot around my neighbourhood in Malé City around the time of the fall of Maumoon Abdul Gayoom’s 30 year dictatorship.
Minikaa Raajjé (Cannibal Kingdom)
Paradise is where you eat each other to survive
Kihinéh Vee? (What Happened?)
Fever dreams of development in paradise
Maa Kanfai Bodumas
(Alt title - self portrait in the style of Van Gogh)
Said to arise from small pink corals that grow on the corpses of drowned children, the Maa Kanfai Bodumas (Giant Ear Big Fish / Fish with ears that are too big), is an ecosystem onto itself.
It gently drifts through the dark waters outside the atoll, kept alive by faint memories of a long lost home.
Kandu Noo Fureytha (Ocean Blue Demon)
Smiling but dying inside.
Why do I look so good with a beard if it makes me feel so dysphoric?
Chiral
As I am. As I were. As I will be.
Finding myself in a hall of mirrors.
An exploration of the feelings around being non-binary.
Glimpses of Euphoria (Bury me at sea with my flowers)
Dying to become, dying to live, for in death we bloom
Portrait of Malé City
City of chaos, paranoia, claustrophobia, and blood
Iloshi Bouquet
Maldivians are raised to fear god and authority. To fear your family. To fear your neighbours. To fear for your friends. To hear the sounds of a child having the shit beaten out of them with an iloshi fathi and accepting it as a part of life. Because if we failed to fear god and authority, our masters would abandon us all, and leave our poor souls to die.
Fish Punk
They fish. They punk. They’re fish punk and they do not give a f***
Facing the Monster
Cryptozoology of the self.
Dhivehi Demons
Maama Dreams Of Tharaggee
How You Make Me Feel
CONTENT WARNING: Self harm, suicide, abuse, homophobia
How You Make Me Feel | Digital | (2022)
There is a lot I want to say about this piece. I draw in an unplanned, organic way. When things appear in my imagination, I add them in.
I imagined hands coming down as spiders, throwing out hooks, manipulating my face, my emotions, how I appear to the outside world.
The hooks would pull and tear at my skin, as the lines pulled through bone and sinew.
Why illustrate such violence towards oneself? Well for one thing it is better than hurting my physical body.
Through the process of this illustration I realised I was expressing some deep traumas that I have not really addressed directly. When I look back at the body of my work, it is obvious where I have subconsciously explored these feelings. In deciding to make this piece with more focus, I found that it drained and took a lot out of me. I worked on it tirelessly until it all came into focus, and when it did, I felt a tidal wave of exhaustion but also relief.
I feel like the time is right to share these stories. They will provide context for this work.
My Hijab In Bloom
Siyaasee Fureytha (Political Demon)
Gas Venfunna (Tree Blenny)
Flora Dreaming